It was later that night, and Jess was preparing to confront Tristan again. He pulled some things together and got into his car. He didn't even know specifically what he was going to do, or what he was going to say, but he knew that tonight he was going to end it, make Tristan leave her alone for good. He had looked up Tristan's family, knew where he lived.
He finally pulled up to the house, mostly dark. He threw a rock at the only bright window, instinctively knowing that it was Tristan's. Tristan opened the window, looked down. "Who's there?" he asked, looking into the darkness.
Jess counted on him thinking it could be Rory, too nervous to speak but reacting to the extravagant gift.
Tristan finally opened the door, and stepped outside. He looked around, hopeful that it would be Rory he would find there. He stepped off the doorstep and into the darkened yard.
Thats when Jess made his move. Quickly, he wrapped an arm around Tristan, holding the blade of his knife to the other boy's throat. "One move, one sound and you are dead." he warned Tristan, backing him to his car.
He could see Tristan starting to sweat, wondering what was going on. "I just want to talk." said Jess. "But not here."
Once in the car he quickly tied Tristan's hands and feet and blindfolded him. He drove a ways until he was satisfied with the location. Tristan tried to talk a couple times, tried to reason with him, but Jess quickly silenced him with the knife to his throat.
Untying Tristan's feet, Jess lead him out of the car, into the nearby woods. Tristan was shaking a little, but Jess didn't care. He could feel nothing but spite. He had nothing until Rory, and he wasn't about to lose her.
Finally, he stopped. "You couldn't just leave Rory alone, could you?" he said with venom. "You had to try and show her how rich you are, what fancy presents you can buy her. Well she doesn't care."
Tristan opened his mouth to speak, and at that moment Jess cut him, a swift cut across his throat. It wasn't as deep as he would have liked, but plenty deep enough. Tristan was unable to scream. Blood poured from the wound in his neck, and a gurgling sound came from his throat. Jess held him up still, and plunged the knife into his stomach. Then he let go and Tristan fell forward, to the ground. He wasn't dead yet though, and jerked around a little, still gurgling. Jess turned him over to see the blood covering his face and chest, eyes bulging from their sockets. The (soon to be) corpse still tried to move, to get away. Jess pulled the knife out and stabbed him again, this time nearly severing his head off. Tristan was dead.
Jess couldn't control his anger as he stabbed the body again and again, in the chest, the arms, the stomach, the genitals. He looked at the face, and his anger exploded within him again. He wasn't even thinking about what he was doing as he cut out the eyeballs, cut open the stomach and pulled out the intestines. The area stank of hot blood. Jess had reached his hands into the still warm body and cut up the organs he found inside.
Then he realized what he was doing. Jess came back to himself all of a sudden. He had come here intending to scare Tristan, but he hadn't fully decided on killing him. Now it was final, there was nothing else to do, no way to back out of it. Tristan was dead, and Jess was a murderer.
He looked over the ground. It was covered, just covered in blood and various bits of skin and tissue. His clothes too were covered in blood. He was wearing long gloves and hadn't been cut himself so that would leave less evidence on the scene. He wondered how and if he could get away with this. He looked at the corpse and saw how devastated it looked. It didn't really look human at all.
Jess left the body how it was, not wanting to risk leaving any more evidence at the scene of the crime. He peeled off his bloody clothes and stood, naked in the woods, still holding the knife and his soaked clothing.
"Shit" he whispered aloud to himself. He had to make his way back to the car, he had been somewhat prepared, not even knowing for sure what he was preparing for. 'How do I get rid of the clothes?' he wondered. And the knife. Finally he made it back to the car without trailing any more blood away from the scene. In the car was a bag, in which he tossed the clothes, the gloves and the knife. He put on the fresh clothes he had with him, and drove. He drove as far as he could, for a couple hours. Then he stopped at a random dumpster, bundled up his bloody items and dropped them in. The whole ride he had thought about what it meant, what he had done, how his life was going to change. He thought again and again how he had been guided by anger, and fear, but had never really meant to kill Tristan.
And then, finally, he headed back to Stars Hollow, not a kid anymore but a criminal.